I can't remember why I went into the kitchen, or what button it was I was going to push on the remote, but I can remember a dumb song from my childhood.
The human brain is not a precision instrument.
After the song was over, I started thinking about Conflikt, and how I have not written anything for it. And how maybe You Are My Special Angle might be a good spoof. It seemed right at the time, but now it strikes me as obtuse.